Act IV, scene i

Her honor is an essence that’s not seen; They have it very oft that have it not. (IV.i.)

2

Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion without some instruction. (IV.i.)

3

Dost thou hear, Iago? I will be found most cunning in my patience, But—dost thou hear?—most bloody. (IV.i.)

4

Ay, let her rot and perish and be damned tonight, for she shall not live. No, my heart is turned to stone: I strike it, and it hurst my hand. Oh, the world hath not a sweeter creature. She might lie by an emperor’s side and command him tasks. (IV.i.)